Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World




When she spoke She spoke love. Commands so sweet and short Her companion heard this lullaby Lifted their large head so that droopy jowls and bright eyes were seen through the veil. Is there always something hidden? Perhaps not in... Continue Reading →

Sun dried past

I thought he had a dog but he didn't. The way he walked, stopped and the tilt of his head said it, yet no dog emerged. His hand held most still, outstretched to where his fingers formed an "o" in... Continue Reading →

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